 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
At this point, Dynah would not have minded if Tam had accidentally sat on her hand and crushed a bone. Surely it couldn’t be as painful as a twig embedded in one’s toenail bed? It always was the minor injuries that hurt the most. Still... the Hufflepuff could endure a high level of pain otherwise she would have started crying. As it was, she was far more concerned about appearing stupid in front of Tamara. Yes, Dy had resigned to the fact that the other girl was actually seated beside her, and not just a figment of her imagination.
Her heart thumped at the undeniable concern on Tam’s face. “Of course she only cares about you because you’re her music buddy,’’ Dy reminded herself sternly. Not even that soft hand resting on hers was going to chase that thought away. Still, given the circumstances, the Hufflepuff was grateful for the comfort. “If you don’t mind, you can pluck it out. Otherwise, I can do it myself.” Whichever suited Tam just as long as she kept that comforting hand on Dy’s.
Of course the Hufflepuff didn’t say that out loud. |